Hogwarts: My name is the Unforgivable Curse...

Chapter 110 The Snakesong in the Soul

Over the next week or so, roughly every two or three days a student would suddenly fall into a coma. Hufflepuff finally caught up with the virus, and two or three students are now in the school hospital.

However, the egregious incident of a Slytherin-style five-kill streak has not occurred again.

Just as the students had speculated, the victims of this incident were from all colleges, grades, ethnicities, and academic backgrounds; it was completely random, with everyone treated equally, and without any motive. Many students and professors even suspected that some strange magical creature had infiltrated the school, prompting Hagrid, Kettleburn, Ralph, and others to spend considerable time investigating, but to no avail.

In this atmosphere, almost everyone realized that this event was unusual, and the most direct reaction was that the special rules issued by Dumbledore were implemented with surprisingly good results—even the Gryffindors stopped going out at night, which made the warden Filch somewhat sullen, saying that half of the fun in life had been lost.

However, this still cannot change the reality that students keep collapsing.

It was in this atmosphere of fear and uncertainty that Avada was finally deemed fit to be discharged by Madam Pomfrey.

"You're not fully recovered yet; it just means your injury no longer affects your normal studies and daily life. So you still need to maintain the lifestyle you had while recovering..."

Before Avada left, Mrs. Pomfrey was still tirelessly giving him instructions.

"Do not take any mental potions or stimulants, get at least eight hours of sleep each night, avoid excessive spellcasting, and avoid extreme mood swings..."

"Okay, that's all. Goodbye, and have a nice day."

"Thank you, Mrs. Pomfrey, goodbye."

Avada, somewhat weary, changed into his normal robes and, after saying goodbye to Madam Pomfrey, finally saw the light of day again—he now felt unsteady on his feet.

This wasn't just because he'd been bedridden for so long; his mental strength, as Madam Pomfrey had said, hadn't fully recovered. While his remaining injuries weren't serious, they were still significant and could potentially worsen. The potions were almost ineffective, which was why Madam Pomfrey had reminded him to take care of himself. According to her, these injuries would take at least another six months to fully heal.

However, with Avada's personal real-time monitoring and treatment, about a month should be enough. But this also means he'll have to endure a month of slower thinking, reduced learning efficiency, lack of energy, decreased combat effectiveness, and other negative effects...

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"...So, the potions developed by Professor Snape and Professor Sprout weren't actually very effective?"

Avada was greatly surprised to hear his roommates sighing and complaining in the dormitory.

"We can't ask for too much, after all, this is only the first stage of treatment, and the goal is simply to wake them up..."

Stebbins lay on his bed, idly tossing his pillow—the students were required to return to the common room much earlier than they should have been in the library or kitchen at that time: "They say it will take about two more weeks for them to fully recover."

"So, did you get any useful information?"

"It is said that they all heard a faint scream before they lost consciousness, and Professor Dumbledore also warned us to be more careful."

Shabby popped a Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Bean into her mouth and mumbled between chews, "Professor Sprout even suspected that her mandrake had escaped, so she had us all go to the greenhouse to help check, but in the end they didn't find anything."

"I've also heard that word has spread outside, and it's even reached the Board of Trustees. They're all urging Dumbledore to resolve this as soon as possible; if it drags on any longer, the Board of Trustees will have to intervene personally..."

"The school board?"

Avada immediately became alert: "Which school board member initiated this?"

"It's said to be Marcel Flint, Marcus's cousin. After all, his nephew was also unconscious, so naturally he would have the strongest reaction."

"What about the other people's attitudes?"

"Who knows? We're not on the school board... *slurp*"

Summers swiped a Flavored Bean from Shabby's hand and popped it into his mouth, only to be overwhelmed by the sourness and take a long time to recover: "Phew... Maybe you could ask Baron or Susan, they should know something."

"But thinking about it, it's absurd. Even Dumbledore couldn't solve it in a short time, so what can the Board of Governors do if they get involved?"

"That's right..."

The dormitory fell silent again. Avada began to process the intelligence he had just acquired in his mind—

"The school board's reaction sounds normal; there are no signs of anything unusual at the moment."

"I wonder what role Lucius Malfoy played in all of this? And how much does Draco Malfoy know? I'll have to ask Baron to find out..."

"A scream that could disrupt one's mental energy... It does sound like a mandrake or a harbinger of death, but if that were all, the professors would have caught it long ago, and the painting is directly visible... Has the basilisk been replaced by them?"

"But that doesn't make sense either. Not only has the secret chamber vanished, but Myrtle's death doesn't fit the story. The cry of an adult mandrake can be deadly, but Myrtle only felt dizzy before she died. Why is that?"

"Does everything that's happening now have anything to do with the original story?"

"Forget it, there's too little information; I can't figure it out. I should focus on researching that summoning magic and eliminating the diary's threat as soon as possible. This injury will delay my research for a while, but it's worth it overall..."

"Now I can directly see the essence of a soul. Once I recover, my research speed on Soul Weapons will skyrocket!"

After gaining direct insight into the essence of the soul, Avada discovered that the soul itself possessed an internal structure—the patterns he observed, resembling those of natural crystal. He observed that while the patterns within each person's soul essence differed, they all adhered to the same basic framework, similar to, but far more complex than, those of spiritual power and life force.

And he was finally able to see the fragments of Voldemort's soul hidden inside Harry's body.

To his surprise, the patterns on the soul fragment showed signs of artificial modification. One section of the pattern was vastly different from anyone he had ever seen, and it even connected with Harry's own soul—if he wasn't mistaken, that should be the so-called "Parsleyan."

To be able to etch a talent into one's soul and pass it down through generations...

At that moment, Avada gained a definite understanding of the level of the four founders of Hogwarts, or at least Salazar Slytherin himself.

"However, considering that he is a descendant of the Peverell brothers, the creators of the Deathly Hallows, it seems reasonable that he possesses this level of skill..."

"Wait a minute?"

Avada paused for a moment, then his eyes lit up—

"Speaking of the Deathly Hallows... could the Deathly Hallows also have a structure similar to Parsley's, which is why I can't see anything when I look at the magical structure alone? Could the Thestrals be the same?"

(End of this chapter)